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Oh haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. It's been a while, long time no speaks & all that.

So. Whilst you were all expecting a blog on Sunday I was far too busy being else where. Like Reading Festival having me faar too much fun. So it'd only be right to write yous a diary-type blogpost in which I've decided I'm actually alright at doing. So here goes.

Thursday: So, after waking up at a good 5am. Managing to put up a pop up tent alone (I'm not your average camper) I managed to get extremely drunk and pass out at around 2/3pm in the afternoon guess you could say all was swell. I don't want to make any excuses for my disgusting behavior, however, I was feeling extremely anxious and shy on the lead up to the festival, a feeling which I haven't felt in many many years and I just wanted to curl up amd cry to myself & apparently this was my only way to deal with it & buck up a bit of confidence, but clearly it went the wrong way.. but hey, I'm young it's ok to make a massive prick out of myself.... which is exactly what I did, following on from the first night last year.... embarrassing.

Friday: Basically the anxiety of mine didn't wear off until Sunday, which was actually really sad for me because everyone who we were with were super nice and I just wanted to be social and have fun. But hey-ho, so I stuck to the one person who made me feel, lets say, comfortable. My big brother. The first act we saw was Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance do his new solo stuff, which I thoroughly enjoyed, he seemed like a very nice man, and I'm a sucker for nice people, I also quite liked MCR so, everyone's a winner. We then saw Twin Atlantic who I've decided are one of my new favourite bands, because they were absolutely freeeeeekin' awesome. Wowzers, definitely have to be seeing them again. We then saw Temples(?) - This is me being confused, so I can't remember if I thought much to them or not. (I spent a bit of the weekend seeing the people who my brother wanted too, being a decent sister that I am) We then saw Vampire Weekend, who I really liked them, partly because I know some of their songs and who doesn't love a good sing-a-long? - After this we the stayed through Paramore, who's sound kept cutting out on, this made me extremely happy because I don't like them although they did pull someone on stage which I like because it's nice. We then saw Queens of the Stone Age. Well. I don't actually know much about this band.. I knew about one song. Turns out every other person did... So I awkwardly banged my head along with my music, they were actually alright, I liked them. We then drew the night to a close with the silent disco. Which I enjoyed because I love a good shout around where no-one can really yell at me for shouting, all good fun.

Saturday: There was sosososososo many people who I wanted to see on Saturday, like sososos many. Yea Saturday was a busaaay day for moi. I first saw Milky Chance, in who I dragged my brother to the dance stage to see, if anyone knows my brother you'll know that I pretty made the impossible happen. - He wasn't best pleased, but he's a bit protective & won't leave me alone in these places. So I'd heard Milky Chance on the radio, thought I'd give them a... chance. ba-dum tish. Not my average choice of listen, but 'eck I enjoyed them. Then we saw American Authors (Who I thought were Imagine Dragons for so long, until I was corrected, this is what happens when you move to the land of no-signal) I liked them, they reminded me a bit of Kodaline & The Lumineers, some sort of easy listening band, so there's an album I'll be investing in. We then went to catch the end of Royal Blood - this I feel a bit bad about - when we walked past the introducing stage to see some lad playing a surprise set.. had a little nose around, like "whoooos this then" I then - and I do feel bad about this - stopped my brother and his friend like WOAAAAAAH IT'S JAKE BUGG. - I love Jake Bugg. He is my favourite ever ever ever & to see him twice in one day was just fabulous, I could've gone home on the end of that day being extremely happy. We pretty much spent the rest of the day at the Main Stage, we saw Peace & The Hives, who I didn't really think much to, to be completely honest. My brother wanted to see Foster The People, who, I actually quite like, just easy listening isn't it? All good fun, and we had THE WORST guy behind us all the way through, who - when we left at the end had the cheek to say "You actually wanted to watch Foster The People?!".. Like why would you stand through someones set, slagging it off? What are you, some sort of pillock? Why stand through someone you don't want to see? eurgh, infuriating! I then forced my brother against his will to see Imagine Dragons, he hates them. Made us stand a wee bit back 'cause the crowd were a bit young and annoying.. managed to force my way forward slowly though ;) I thought they were fabulous live! I missed them last year, and I regretted it bad, so I'm happy I managed to fill my regret to see them this year. THEN IT WAS TIME FOR JAKE BUGG AND HE WAS THE BEST THING EVER AND WILL ALWAYS BE THE BEST THING EVER. I LOVE JAKE BUGG. - As you can tell, I liked Jake Bugg. Alot. Twice in one day, buy one get one free. ding ding ding, absolute winner. And then it was time to Arctic Monkeys... anyone who lived in my flat knows I played the AM album to within an inch of it's life. Absolutely killed it. You could say I was a bit obsessed... yes, yes I was. Now, my brothers not much one for crowds, infact he even said before Jake Bugg that he wanted to move back. "We can go forward for Jake Bugg, but I want to move back for Arctic Monkeys" Obviously this isn't me and demanded to go forward, and like the spoilt little shit I AM (See what i did there ;) ) I got my way. Then after a massive speech about how we'll meet at a specific place because we're going to definitely 100% get split up, I was certain I was going to lose some teeth during the set. Turns out it actually wasn't bad at all. I ended up shouting along to every song and they were probably my favourite of the entire weekend. Definitely. (And also Alex Turner is the sexiest man alive & I'd be happy to mother his children)

Sunday: I awoke on Sunday feeling like a fresh woman! My anxiety had died down quite alot, and for the first time I actually sat with people - who weren't my brother - and spoke. Obviously I had some help from my friend, wine. I then rushed off (probably very rudely) to catch the end of Papa Roach, who I decided I needed to see because they used to be the song on my 'Piczo' (anyone remember this, it was like Facebook for 2004?!) So it's what my 12 year old self would have wanted! I then went on a man hunt for my brother, on my way I saw some of "Schoolboy Q" who I thought was pretty fucking shit. I THEN saw the Cocktail Bar where I spent alot of time and money before eventually finding my brother who took me to see some band. I can't remember if I liked them or not.. THEN WE SAW THE KOOKS WHO I LIKE BECAUSE THEY'RE VERY GOOD. We then saw another band where I went back to the cocktail bar for more cocktailiness. So, I don't remember them, I then dragged my brother against his will to see The 1975, who I like because they seem like nice people, and I'm a proper sucker for nice things so I thoroughly enjoyed that. We then watched another band, the cocktails had kicked in by now so I can't even tell you who they are... I was then dropped off with my brothers friends, who were super nice to watch Blink 182 who were fricckkkkin' awesome. Glorious end to a glorious weekend.

So, that's that then. Reading Festival has once again marked the end of my summer. Despite passing out and suffering a 2 day hangover I really enjoyed just hanging out with my brother who I don't really see anymore due to uni and seeing some really amazing bands. I'm sure I'll be making an appearance next year, though I do fancy Glastonbury, I'm sure I'll be ending my summer 2015 to the festivities of Reading Festival.

Before I start this post, which will probably turn out to be the biggest rant of my life. I'd like to pay my respects to one of the greatest actors and comedians of all time, Mr. Robin Williams. He bought me so much happiness in his films when I was younger, Hook was always an annual watch in my house and Mrs. Doubtfire was always on every week we visited our grandparents house. When I went to college and was told that Comedy was my forte I was told to study Williams and his work, this to me didn't feel like I was studying at all, I probably wouldn't be the actor I am today or in the position where I'm getting a degree in acting if it wasn't for actors such as Robin Williams. RIP to one of the most wonderful and talented actors there will ever be, I'll be happy if I'm an inch of an actor that Robin Williams was.

DIY pink hair!

This week my parents went on holiday, this is always fun right? Wrong. Normally it's really fun for me because I get to watch all my box sets on the sky box that I normally miss due to everyone being home and having their own shows, since I'm so generous I miss my own programs for them to watch theirs, nice, right? But not this week. Oh lord, god help me if I even entered the family living room this week. I'm not really being clear am I? Well, this year when my parents left us for a week whilst they hit the coast in Cornwall, they left us a gift, my younger brother. Basically, my younger brother has always gone on holiday until this year, where he stayed at home with us, for me this wasn't and issue for me. It wasn't an issue until I returned home from work the day my parents had departed to find the entire contents of my brothers side of the room (he shares a room) in the living room, his telly, his xbox, his desk, his chair - all being powered by MY extension lead, may I add. I was livid. BUT it gets worse. Apparently he was told he was allowed to move his stuff & sleep in there, how dare my parents do this to me like, I thought we were friends. Shocked my parents had betrayed me like this I did what any other person would do in my position and hit the town to drown my sorrows, which completely backfired on me as it was one of the worst nights out of my life, resulting in me going home at half 1.

So Sunday was a bit better, I was stuck in the kitchen after work, still couldn't enter the family living room due to the fact he still hadn't moved his stuff out, as requested by myself. I confided in my elder brother who didn't have a problem with the furniture change-up as it meant he'd get a better nights sleep, without a 17 year old shouting down an xbox headset about a foot away from him until 5am. Which was fair enough, so, I did what anyone else who'd been at work all day and was extremely tired would do. Very childish, very immature, do I care? No. I put on my musicals, in the kitchen, this is, remember I have no access to the family living room, and sang at the top of my lungs until about midnight, which was when I decided it was time for bed. I hoped that my singing had somewhat annoyed him a wee bit.

Monday was a bit better of a day, had a good day at work, popped into town for a bit after, bought some ombre dye - this was a really exciting day for me, I don't tend to do things outside of work so a trip to Superdrug was really thrilling. It was all fun and games, until I returned to find an extra pair of shoes in out kitchen. "No, no, no, no, no" I thought to myself this only meant one thing, he has a friend round. Oh hell no. This put me an even worse mood as any chance of my entering the family living room had been crushed. I'd also noticed he'd not washed up his pan from the night before, which was sitting dirty on the draining board, it'd been dipped in the water but not washed properly, when I questioned him about this I was told "I didn't use it" - This is a phrase we need to remember because it's used many times later in this weekly story. He clearly did use it, because I saw him using it, what more proof do I need? On the upside of this day, I did ombre my hair, all by myself and it turned out exactly how I planned it! Very happy I didn't have to shave off my hair. Again, I sang my heart out to many musical tracks, which resulted in a door being slammed, which meant I was finally getting to him. Until disaster struck. I looked into the fridge and saw MY prawns gone. GONE. - Here's something else you need to know, my mother bought me different foods as I don't eat pizza or want to spend my week eating pasta. I've just lost weight, I'm not going to pile it back on in a week. Now it was so extremely obvious he'd eaten my prawns as he was the only one who'd been home. Though when I questioned him about it, the reply I got was "I didn't eat them, it wasn't me" - BEFORE LATER CONFESSING. I was absolutely raging, how dare he!!!

I awoke for work on Tuesday morning. To my HORROR I found 2 remaining gingerbread men. Right, So. When my parents go away, my mum gets really cute, buying us lots of treats, always gets us gingerbread men. This year she bought three packs, two each. So when I realised another had been eaten I knew immediately exactly who it was, obviously my elder brother wasn't going to have time to eat one in the morning, but - like a good detective, I didn't point fingers straight away, I text my older brother to ask if it was him, obviously the answer was no, so when I got home I questioned him about it.. and guess the reply I recieved... yep, you guessed it "I didn't eat the gingerbread man, it wasn't me." WELL, EXCUUUUUSE ME! I'm insulted that he thinks I'm that unintelligent. But then the worst thing of all time happened, I went in the garage to find something, don't ask me why it's irrelevant. To look into the bottom of our old freezer to find two empty bottles of my koppaburg. Now, I was quite calm on the others. Eat my food, take over the family living room, move your friend in for a few nights without asking, but don't you dare take my alcohol, which was bought for me as a gift. THAT is one step too fucking far. £5 for the person who guesses the answer I got? YEAH YOU GUESSED IT. I was actually pretty pissed off that he'd done this, it wasn't just the fact that it was my alcohol, without sounding like an acoholic. But it was the fact it was a gift for me which was bought by someone else. I then demanded that I watch the Jimanji in the family living room. To which I was told "You can only watch it for an hour because me and my friend are watching Geordie Shore at 10" I don't fucking think so mate. I made myself my tea and entered the family living room, to the worst smell, dirty plates, mugs and empty dominos boxes. I sat on a chair where I was able to see the smallest fraction of the television. Half an hour into the film they left to pick up their kebabs, to which I took over the sofa. They then both proceeded to tap on the windows on the way back, now I live in a very secluded house, there is no other houses around us, pretty much like a horror film, so I'm guessing their intention was to scare me, obviously I have half a brain and knew it was them, I then shouted out the window that if it continued I would lock the door, to which it did and I locked the door. Two minutes they then climbed through a window to get into the house. Both sat down, continued playing xbox through my film, meaning I couldn't hear it. This was very inconsiderate and made me very angry and I considered going back to Worcester and living in my uni house because I couldn't take it anymore.

Wednesday was an easy flowing day as I had a day off of work, so I spent the morning in town buying essentials for Reading Festival this coming Thursday I walked around thinking of excuses not to return home, obviously, I had to return home. When I did so I washed upeverything that needed doing so including his pan which I'd left on the side from the Sunday. I also spent the rest of the day removing the empty pizza boxes which were left on the side - again, can I mention, not mine.

Thursday was spent locked in my room in the morning and work in the afternoon. I then came home to find my younger brother had eaten the marshmallows, but that's fine I'd completely lost any sense of feeling and wanted my parents home ASAP so I could start enjoying my life again.

I spent Friday tidying everyone elses mess in the kitchen, without anyone saying please or thankyou, which is completely fine. I wiped down the sides, swept and hoovered the floor, washed up everything that was used by myself, mostly by others. I then spent Saturday wiping down the sides again and wiping up all the washing up my brother had used over the past 7 days, which is completely fine as I didn't get a thankyou from anyone and no-one showed any sign of gratitude - not even my parents who actually came home and had a go at me for "stirring" the situation, which is fine because they were definitely here all week and saw how poorly I was treated, being called a "c*nt" many many times.

That concludes my blog for this week. Fair to say I am very very looking forward to returning to uni in 4 weeks time.

This week has been really slow, I haven't really done much except work, so there's not been much time to think up inspirational posts/update you about my truly exciting life (sarcasm intended). So I thought - whilst I'm still in my Disneyland bubble - that I should do a haul of all the things I bought. I love these kinds of blog posts, seeing what other people have bought, I'm just a really really nosey person. But hey, I can't be the only one right?

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT IN ANYWAY DOING THIS TO BRAG ABOUT WHAT I GOT. EVERYTHING I BOUGHT WAS USED FROM THE MONEY I EARNED. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, TAKE YOUR EYES ELSEWHERE.

The first thing I bought were the ears I am wearing in this picture above (^) I HAD to buy these, I needed them. Basically, before I left I said I was going to buy these, because they're just a Disneyland essential, where else am I going to be able to wear big mouse ears all day everyday and get away with it? - And I did wear them all day everyday, I had bruises behind my ears to prove it. I don't care if I'm 20 years of age, I needed these, and they weren't overly expensive either. Definitely worth it, and if I ever were to go back hint hint hint hint then I take them with me - smart thinking.

I have a things about keyrings, no these aren't both for me. Actually, neither of them are. I feel like keyrings are nice gifts, so I bought these for both my brothers, originally my older brother asked for a Kingdom Hearts keyring, which I searched high and low in the Disney village, parks & studios and was left empty handed, because of this I bought these two which I rather liked and let him pick which one he wanted, first dibs and everything. He chose the top one with the ears, leaving my younger brother with the bottom one. These were actually quite pricey for what they are, they best not end up breaking, because they weren't cheap!

For my mother dearest, I got her these earrings, as when we were at her work a few weeks ago, one of her earrings (which I was told multiple times were 25 years old, bought from my dad) fell out and was never to be seen again, I told her jokingly I'd pick her up a pair while I was away, and I thought these were really subtle Disney. I don't think she'd have appreciated a mug or something which screamed "I'VE BEEN TO DISNEYLAND" on, but she did like these, good from me!

I realised that I hadn't got anything for myself which said Disneyland Paris on it. I wanted something which specified Paris so it didn't look as though I'd just bought it from a Disney store. Then I came across this gorgeous mug. You can never have too many mugs, right? I thought this one was super classy, and it's got the fireworks on, which I loved so so so much & little diamonds... Basically, I am in love with this mug.

I bought this Mickey mug for my dad - risky. There is a story behind this. Right back when we were really little my dad always had this Mickey mug that he would call his "Lucky Mug" for when Manchester United would play, he'd drink out of it. Well, one very dull day a few years back, the Mickey mug was smashed, the handle had come off, but that mug still remains to still be the mug that's drank out of every match day, handle or no handle. But there was also a replacement mug, the last time we went to Disney my Dad bought ANOTHER Mickey mug, ANOTHER one for luck! My grandmother was the one to break that and it was never seen again. So. I bought him a brand new Mickey mug, the Premier League is in my hands - fingers crossed.

I purchased this watch, my most expensive purchase because I liked it and it's got all my princess bitches on it. No, basically, last time I was in Disney I got a watched, so i suppose, you could say it's a new tradition. And because I'm really really bad at time keeping, and really needed something.

MY FAVOUIRTE PURCHASE.In the castle they have a Christmas shop. Everyone knows I love Christmas, I start counting down from Boxing Day, it's pretty crazy, but I just really love Christmas. So I HAD to buy this! (And because I was ordered to by my mother). Choosing this was super important, because I can't lose my crown for being the Queen of Christmas. I thought this decoration was the best on they have, it's so sweet!

I have a thing about photos at the moment, proper ones! So it would only be right to get a photoframe to remind me, and I haven't really got anything with Disney Princesses on, so it only seemed right to get this extremely tacky photoframe.

I took over 400 pictures at Disneyland and need somewhere to put them! They can't just stay on facebook can they?! They had some really really nice photoalbums, which also came with a not-so-nice price tag, but then I found this beauty - a wee bit tacky, I know, but if you press a button then it lights up and I needed it. Though it only holds 300 pictures so I have to find 100 which won't make the cut.

These cups came in a group of four, I bought them for my housemates (I am claiming the Marie glass as my own) I actually regret buying these because I want them all for myself, I've fallen in love with these glasses, sad as it is, but I'm so worried they'll get smashed at a drink up, at uni I've become a protective mother over these glasses.

FINALLY. I decided to treat myself, in year 4 a girl came back from Disneyland with similar earrings to these, and I've been bitter and jealous ever since. I've been bitter for 11 years. Therefore I had to get them because it's what my 9 year old self would have wanted. I really wanted blue ones, but they're done by birthstones, and as much as I love December (hello Christmas!!) I would have felt like I was cheating on January... I couldn't do that! Maybe I'll pick up the blue ones on my next trip..... hint hint hint.
Hope you've enjoyed reading up what I bought, I've got a DIY ombre hair tutorial coming mid week, and possibly another survival guide next Sunday!